The Rhythm of Memory

The Rhythm of Memory

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by Alyson Richman

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In this sweeping epic, true love transcends the brutality of war.

Octavio Ribeiro loves truth, beauty, literature, and above all else, his wife Salomé. As a student in Chile, he courted her with the words of great poets, and she fell in love with his fierce intelligence and uncompromising passion. Then a sudden coup brings a brutal military dictatorship

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In this sweeping epic, true love transcends the brutality of war.

Octavio Ribeiro loves truth, beauty, literature, and above all else, his wife Salomé. As a student in Chile, he courted her with the words of great poets, and she fell in love with his fierce intelligence and uncompromising passion. Then a sudden coup brings a brutal military dictatorship into power, and puts anyone who resists in grave danger.

Salomé begs Octavio to put his family’s safety first, rather than speak against the new regime. When he refuses, it’s Salomé who pays the price.

Belatedly awake to the reality of their danger, Octavio finds political asylum for the family in Sweden. But for Salomé, the path back to love is fraught with painful secrets, and the knowledge that they can never go home again.

Previously published as Swedish Tango

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Kirkus Reviews
Richman explores the story of two couples whose lives touch in unexpected ways. When Octavio met Salome, she was a beautiful schoolgirl with thick dark tresses and the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Every day Octavio, a college student and struggling poet, schemed to come up with ploys to meet the young girl, finally settling on using the poems of one of Chile's masters to capture her heart. Years later, Octavio is a famous, though reluctant, actor, whose political participation has put him, his children and, worst of all, his beautiful Salome, in danger. Meanwhile, across the ocean, another drama is playing out in the form of a young and extremely poor Finnish family that is barely surviving during the dark days of World War II. The family, three young boys, a beautiful mother and a husband recently returned wounded from the fighting, struggles to provide sustenance for its members. Soon, the woman finds she is pregnant and gives birth to a tiny, perfect blonde daughter who captures her heart. But her husband, bitter that he is no longer the man he once was, makes a heartbreaking decision that alters all of their lives and leads his baby daughter through an unanticipated journey to Sweden. Richman develops strong characters but heaps so much misery and unhappiness upon the ones she devises that readers may often feel besieged with their situations and despair. Her strongest passages take place in Finland and in the early days of the lives of two of her characters--Samuel and Kaija--but the author tends to repeat herself a great deal, hauling readers through the same scenes told from the same character's point of view. The author's strengths include her beautiful, evocative language and sense of place. Chile, Finland and Sweden all come alive through Richman's adept prose. Wonderful in places, but sometimes more of a downer than many readers may bargain for; Richman's latest could have withstood some judicious pruning without losing its rhythm.
Library Journal
Richman's second novel (after The Mask Carver's Son) is a heart-wrenching story of loss and love in the lives of people affected by war and political upheaval. The characters include a Finnish woman sent away to Sweden by her impoverished parents during World War II, a French Jewish psychiatrist whose family left Paris for Peru in 1939, and a Chilean couple whose connection to Salvador Allende in the early 1970s led to kidnapping and torture by the Pinochet regime. Richman moves adeptly back and forth in time, slowly revealing the characters' lives and experiences. With sharp resonance, she depicts how torture, abandonment, and exile have wounded their psyches. Richman's subtext, however, imparts the message that people can recover from their anger and guilt in war's aftermath by looking for peace in bonds of love that still prevail. Recommended for all historical fiction collections and for larger public libraries and academic libraries.-Maureen Neville, Trenton P.L., NJ Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Swedish Tango

By Alyson Richman

Atria Books

Copyright © 2004 Alyson Richman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0743476425

Chapter One

Vesterås, Sweden
November 1998

More than twenty-three years had passed before Salomé could listen to music without being reminded of the terror it had once caused her. It seemed ironic, then, that on the afternoon that the letter arrived, her old Victrola was humming in the background, the needle skipping over Satie's lonely notes.

After carefully reading the words, she folded the letter neatly into thirds and placed it in her desk drawer. Her skin was cold and her body shivered.

She went over to the gramophone, rested her hand on the shiny black horn, and released the arm. The music ceased as the record slowed its spin. Salomé was soothed by the silence that followed, relieved that the only sounds the music masked were the icy gusts rattling a half-opened window.

Inside there was darkness and outside it was dusk. It was only 3 P.M., but night had already arrived in the Swedish sky.

Aside from the cold air that penetrated the apartment, Salomé's apartment appeared tropical. When her children visited, they knew that, no matter where their mother lived, she possessed a divine ability to re-create their Santiago childhood home. The rooms smelled of dried geranium leaves, eucalyptus, and wild mint, for she had hidden tiny sachets filled with these fragrant leaves throughout the house, and had covered the walls with old cinema posters of their father, from when he had been famous. She had created small collections from things she had found -- things that people had disposed of thinking they were of no value. But she treasured them, those displaced things, and amongst the shelves lined with beach glass and dried lemons and pears, she gave them a home.

She had been the same way back in Chile. A collector. Their home in Santiago was enormous, many times the size of her present apartment, but still she had covered every open wall with a painting or drawing and every shelf with something she had found. She took the skins of hollowed-out avocados and strung them over her tiled stove. She filled jars with colored sand and kept a basket filled with seashells by the bathtub, scattering them into the water so the children could pretend, even in wintertime, that they were swimming in the sea.

They could not bring most of these items with them when they left. Time -- and the Chilean authorities -- had not been generous with them, leaving Salomé only a few days to pack their belongings. So when they closed the iron gate of the house for the last time, Salomé left it in very much the way she and her family had lived. Often, she wondered what the renters had done when they'd arrived. Whether they had slipped into her house, worn the clothes hanging in the closets, or used the soap that had been left in her grandmother's dish. She often pondered if the family who sent her a check each month ever thought about her family, all that had happened to them and why they had been forced to leave. Or whether they had purposefully chosen not to think of them and, instead, only to marvel at their great fortune to be able to live in such a big, beautiful house.

She had finally unpacked the Victrola a few months before, deciding it was time to go through some of the boxes she had left packed for so many years. She had screwed the black horn to the wooden base and replaced the worn diamond needle with one she found at a secondhand shop. The children, now grown, came over, as did her ex-husband, Octavio. And in her modest apartment, with the smell of eucalyptus fragrant around them, they all danced. They put Pablo Ziegler on, and Rafael danced the tango with one of his sisters, Blanca.

"Do you remember when we found that old thing?" Octavio asked his ex-wife, nestling a glass of wine in his hand. He wondered if now, with so many years having passed, his wife finally appreciated that he had packed the Victrola.

Salomé smiled as she allowed the music to embrace her. She tapped her foot over the wooden floorboards, the heel of her sandal twisting back and forth.

"It's wonderful to be able to listen again and have only good memories return," she said softly. And as she closed her eyes, Salomé remembered how she and Octavio had played the antique record player when they were first married. He had led her across the floor of their new home, thrusting open the French doors leading to the veranda, and the melody from the old machine had filled the rooms of the empty house and floated into the garden, overgrown with fruit trees and wild roses.

From that night on, she had begun to collect tango records. El Cantón, Piazzolla, and Calandrelli were all stacked by the Victrola's side. And how she adored them. She loved it when her husband would place the needle down and the record would begin to spin and the music would permeate the air. The children loved it too. They taught themselves to dance by watching their parents. They mimicked the wrapping of their hands, the entwining of their legs, and the swiveling of their heels. But, after Salomé's disappearance and her subsequent return, the music in their home had stopped. The Victrola remained where it had always been, but the records were no longer played.

There are some things that a woman knows she cannot tell even her family. It is part intuition and part self-preservation. Salomé had always believed that God had made women with wombs so that, after they had children, they had a place to store their secrets.

And indeed Salomé's secrets were not to be shared. Memories of a mother's kidnapping and torture were stories a child should never hear.

She never told them what was done to her back in Chile, although she knew that the children divided their lives into two halves: from the time before their mother was taken, and from the time when their family exile began. When everything changed.

Salomé believed she could limit her children's pain by never telling them what she had endured. So, she kept it all to herself, until it became too much, and she sought the expertise of a doctor. He was now deceased and her secrets were hers alone. Not even Octavio knew her story in its entirety.

But now, as Salomé sat alone in her apartment listening to Satie, she could not ignore the letter, postmarked in Great Britain, that had arrived in that afternoon's mail. The phrasing was blunt and to the point: "We are collecting the stories of the victims of Pinochet's regime," the letter from an international human rights group stated in cold black letters. "It is in the interest of history and for justice that the atrocities caused by General Pinochet be recorded and that he be held accountable in a court of law for the murder of thousands..."

Salomé knew that, days before, a Spanish prosecutor had requested that England extradite General Augusto Pinochet, the man she held responsible for ruining her beloved country, nearly destroying her, and forcing her family to flee in the night to the shores of a cold, foreign country. Now, perhaps, he would be held responsible for his crimes against her and the rest of humanity.

But it seemed almost painfully too late. Now with nearly twenty-five years having passed, she was being asked to remember. And it was not that she feared her memory would fail her if she testified. Far worse. It was knowing the impact it might have on her children. She knotted her fists into her stomach to try to alleviate the sudden pain she was experiencing. "It's only nerves," she told herself. But those secrets she had kept buried for so many years were relentless. She could not ignore them, just as she could not turn a blind eye to the letter calling for her testimony. She would need to decide if she was finally going to unearth those memories she had kept tucked away since her therapy had ended. She knew she was strong enough to face the demons of her past, but she feared the pain it might cause her children and even her ex-husband.

Copyright © 2004 by Alyson Richman


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Praise for The Rhythm of Memory

"An engrossing examination of the prisons people create for ambitious exploration of political and personal struggles."—Publishers Weekly

"A heart-wrenching story of loss and love."—Library Journal

"Beautiful, evocative language and sense of place."—Kirkus Reviews

Praise for The Lost Wife

"A truly beautiful heartfelt story...I couldn't put it down once I started it. Ms. Richman is a very special talent."—New York Times bestselling author Kristin Hannah

"Staggeringly evocative, romantic, heartrending, sensual, and beautifully written...the Sophie's Choice of this generation."—New York Times bestselling author John Lescroat

"Daringly constructed."—Two-time Emmy Award-winning screenwriter Loring Mandel

"Tense, emotional and fulfilling."—NBC News Special Correspondent and Jewish National Book Award winner Martin Fletcher

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RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Robin Book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book Ms. Richman once again has her characters tugging at my heartstrings. Originally written under the name of Swedish Tango we find ourselves involved in the lives of four people. Separate yet connected by the brutal acts that war can bring into the lives of those that are affected by it in a close and personal way. This story made me sit up and think about the dynamics of a family ravished by the effects of war. What to do to mend the relationships in the family units. When balancing our lives isn’t enough because we have to deal with conflicts from wars; is there any way to find peace after all is said and done? Ms. Richman took me on a journey into Chile where some militants want to overthrow the current regime. They are successful in taking out Socialist President Allende by killing him and waiting to step in to his shoes so to speak is Military General Pinochet. Before I get to ahead of myself, I need to bring into view handsome Chilean movie star Octavio who took one look at beautiful Salome and fell in love. I love to learn how people meet and Ms. Richman does a wonderful job of spinning a magical meeting between these two people. Salome lives in a convent and her job was to go into the orange groves to gather the oranges. Octavio sees Salome one day, falling in love at first sight. Ahhhhhhh…you might say…romantic but, that isn’t the romantic part. Knowing she is coming to gather oranges he writes poetry on slips of paper inserting them in the navel of oranges. Now that is the romantic part. She finds them they kiss; the rest they say is history. Octavio is hired to help Allende become more likable in public, which makes him a supporter of Allende’s views this of course doesn’t sit well with Pinochet. Pinochet ends up kidnapping Salome, abusing her. More than once which of course would put a stain on any marriage in normal times but throw in war, family, young children and it makes it hard to respond and heal. It also tends to make it hard to be intimate after what you have been put through because of your husband. They end up exiling to Sweden where divorce, going your separate ways yet somehow still staying in each other’s lives because you have a connection through the children. After all you were each other’s first loves too. I will let their story rest for a while not wanting to spoil too much of it. Moving onto Kaja, who at the tender age of two, travels alone on a boat with other children from Finland to Sweden. Throughout the whole trip as Ms. Richman tells us this story you can feel the heartache and fear of this young girl and the others. I felt that I was on the boat traveling with them. My heart was wrenched open with this experience. No one is there to meet her; no one wants this young girl. She does end up having a life, gets married to a Dr. Samuel Rudin. Once again not wanting to give too much away I will move on once again. Because of the problems that Salome faced in Chile she ends up going to a psychologist by the name of none other than Dr. Rudin. (Yes, he is the same one that is married to Kaja). The relationship between the Salome and Dr. Rudin is brought into play as we see what it takes to work through the trauma that she endured; the cultural change along with the physical abuse and the guilt of just having survived. He tries to help her find peace, to be able to move on to the normalcy of life. I have to give a little spoiler; they have an affair. Years later Salome is asked to testify against Pinchot which brings the past into the present. Needing support she turns to the one person who has loved her all these years never giving up and she finds that she has always loved him also. There is so many things packed into the plot that you may think that it may seem rather hard flipping back and forth that most times you lose the reader. I found the transitions smooth as she navigated me through the storyline. She implemented the intertwining of their lives in such a way that no one character got lost in the story. I found that this book was refreshing drawing me the reader in, grabbing at my emotions, pulling at my heartstrings making me stop and think as a women, wife, mother and friend. Ms. Richman was very straight forward letting the reader know that not only is life beautiful but there are also many times that life can be brutal. She didn’t sugar coat the story instead capturing the richness of the wonderful souls that get lost at times because of the hand that fate deals to them. Throughout the story I was right there rooting for each and every one wanting them to find love, peace and hope. “Can love-family-people in general, survive the brutality of war?” …Pick up a copy of Ms. Richman’s book, The Rhythm of Memory to find out. You just may find out that you too will be drawn into the beautifully written story of four people from different backgrounds and origins that are survivors.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Starts out slow because of the character introductions. There is not much action, but the struggles of the characters and the love they share is very sweet. It is a relaxing read and the conclusion is worth a few tears.